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Do tell? Me too, but never on a dive boat, for the best really. Right about the time I got certified I had been working couple years in organ transplant laboratories, matching unfortunates in need of kidneys with less fortunate brain dead kidney donors. I had no tact at the time talking about this topic with people fully aware that the boat had chests of ice, an enthusiastic transplant technician, and the potential for a dive to turn south and leave them embolized and flatlining at my feet. Interesting that I have never, in 29 years of diving, seen anyone late back to the boat. Very considerate crowd, divers.I try to keep conversation light and polite. That goes for questions and responses. However, get a few drinks in me and everything changes.
I have rarely discovered anyone's personal business on a dive boat. I don't really want to know what my fellow divers do for a living, and I don't generally share such personal details with people I have only known for a few days, either. I'd prefer that on a dive boat, we're all just divers, and leave our daily lives behind. Sure, after a week on a liveaboard, you might have an inkling of who your fellow divers are, but I don't really want to know more or feel pressured to volunteer more. I'll take cultural differences into account, though; for example, in some parts of the world, such as Indonesia, asking about family seems to be just typical polite conversation. More generally, though, and especially among my fellow Americans, I think people who volunteer a lot of personal information before they really know you are often just blowhards who like to hear themselves talk.
Do tell? Me too, but never on a dive boat, for the best really. Right about the time I got certified I had been working couple years in organ transplant laboratories, matching unfortunates in need of kidneys with less fortunate brain dead kidney donors. I had no tact at the time talking about this topic with people fully aware that the boat had chests of ice, an enthusiastic transplant technician, and the potential for a dive to turn south and leave them embolized and flatlining at my feet. Interesting that I have never, in 29 years of diving, seen anyone late back to the boat. Very considerate crowd, divers.